My heart oh wounded soldier!
How you fight to protect your love.
A patriot to your soul,
Your love is far greater than any battlefield can hold.
You foolish-foolish heart!
How you give yourself to an empty cause,
You rush onto the battlefield,
Against all reasonable odds.
But you succumb ever too quickly, by and by, with every scorned arrow that pokes you,
You look around and find yourself fencing lone.
For once more thy lover has turned foe,
And love to hatred he has sworn.
My heart oh wounded soldier!
Retreat whilst you can,
Save yourself for another fight,
Where the battle will be won at hand.
For love is lifes ultimate prize,
And must you save thine ship from capsize.
Whilst you may haste in numerous ways,
Take comfort in knowing thy hearts effort shan’t ever be in vain.
